Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas too long wrapping them up in duct tape
Me, I just make sure they stomp like crush
I make the hardest a tear
Give em a gun, if I had two here
Two over there, fuck fair

Yall niggas like loose leaf paper, easy to
Drag burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall goin from heaven to
aint goin nowhere

But in the same town on the same ground
And I dont care how you it up
I got dead niggas shiverin up
You can bet, I come you up
niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by me

I squeeze mine one eye and one closed and focus
The one open is at the tip of the
When it blows, yall so called pimps die
Dont rhymes or flows, just air mark
Snap a finger, have yall wanted in dead park

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you spit mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti
I had a snotty scream
Was to die in a red beam
ask when I need cash
Im a customer, I snatch your

Soldier, cross over, knock on my
Wit Jehovah, huh, know the populations
Im causing retirements
you blast last when Im firing
Dyin in the blood you in

Went from the full to the raw house
To niggas tryin to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You want my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have your face the same
As a tongue of a chow, chow,
These aint water pistols, they shoot many
And when I set em off, they scar your to the grissle

Only I knew how it was come
Put up in your mom, for your only son
Im everyone

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Uh, Im fucked up, know the truth
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and gook
Poof, me gone, I for the death of my mother
Until I worked up and her and told her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen stay in the
Crown me king, I spit through the eyes of a
Golden ice, I for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and pump me

Came home, of course as the king of my
Back to Roleys, to smokin bones with Coley
My demo was better a lot of yall records
Bed rocked ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I some quick for dough
Hit em up fast, them die extra slow
I lock shop when I come through the blue tops
a ooh, whop, with all glocks cocked

Anything thats with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
clear, all yall cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, there it go, got it
The East Coast, West Coast
Warren G doin it with my niggas the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, how we doin it, like that for yall
In the 99